An hour later, the lady in purple sat in a Mercedes-Benz and softly sootheed her son's emotions.
The convoy slowly drove off the coastal Avenue and drove onto the Harbour City Bridge across the two islands.
After the purple-clothed lady comforted her son, she asked her subordinates to check Song Hongyan's information while taking out her cell phone and calling out.
As soon as the phone was connected, she immediately shouted:
"Nangong Fu, your wife and son were bullied and slapped more than a dozen times in the face. I was even kneeling down by them with guns."
She felt very aggrieved: "You call me Nangong Lei, and I'll ask him to lead someone to spray that bitch to death."
On the other end of the phone, she is her husband, Nangong Fu, who is the real third richest man in West China.
"Someone touches you? Are they looking for death in their minds?"
Nangong Fu's voice sank when he heard this: "Didn't you tell them that you belong to the Nangong family?"
"I said that, but the other party said that the native leopard like the Nangong family is nothing. They will fight if they want to."
The lady in purple was very frustrated: "Six bodyguards were also injured by the other party!"
"You call me Nangong Lei quickly and I'll ask him to deal with the bitch. He has a spray gun in his hand."
She sobbed with a touch of sob: "I feel uncomfortable if I don't let out this anger."
"Mom, dare to treat my wife like this? It's so damn!"
Nangong Fu roared: "I will pull them out sooner or later and kill them to give you anger."
"But Nangong Lei can't help you for the time being. Something happened to him when he went to Hong Kong City. He was broken by the Xiang Guoren. He can't help you for the time being."
He comforted him, "You guys come back first, and when I get free, I will personally ask for this prize for you."
"Nangong Lei can't do it, then call me the ghost mastiff."
The lady in purple bit her lip: "He killed Jiang Nanchun for you, didn't she hide in the port city?"
She had to let out this anger today, otherwise she would not be able to be happy.
"Shut up!"
Nangong Fu's voice sank: "The Ghost Mastiff has just taken over the task. He has something big to do, so no one can disturb him!"
"You mother and son get back first, don't buy in Hong Kong City!"
"When the ghost mastiff finishes the matter, you give me the bitch information and I'll let the ghost mastiff stab her."
"Although Port City is not our territory, it is still easy to run away with just one vote."
"That's it, you guys come back first."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation.
The woman in purple was extremely angry and pounded the seat with great resentment. She turned her head and looked at the direction of the Alisa cruise ship.
There was unwillingness and aggrievance in her eyes. She was worried that she would not clear her shame and go back.
The woman in purple gritted her teeth: "Bitch, I'll make you proud for two days!"
At this time, the confidant in the passenger seat also put away the tablet and turned his head to look at the resentful Mrs. Nangong:
"Madam, the woman's background is clear."
He looked solemn.
Mrs. Nangong shouted fiercely: "Say! Why do you want to hide it? Is she the owner of the Alisa?"
"The Alisa number is registered and held by a person named Situ Kong, and the real owner cannot find it for a while."
The confidant hurriedly told the master the information: "But the origin of that woman has a clear understanding."
"Her name is Song Hongyan."
"He is the chairman of Wuhu Group, a member of Genting Association, and the president of Song Group. He is the granddaughter of Nanling Fu Song Wansan."
He also added: "She is also a shareholder of Hongyan Baiyao. The Baiyao that is best-selling all over the world is named after her."
Mrs. Nangong's eyelids twitched, her anger gradually cooled down, and her heart was stormy.
She never expected that Song Hongyan had such a strong background, and no matter which identity she had, she was enough to challenge the Nangong family.
She suddenly felt that the revenge between her and her son was not so easy to repay.
"But she has a more substantial identity than these origins."
The confidant wanted to speak but stopped and finally spoke: "That is the first president of Huayi Sect, who is also the COO!"
Mrs. Nangong squeezed out a sneer: "What is the weight of a president? I also hold seven or eight presidents of the business and beauty associations."
"Madam, this Chinese medicine school is different from the General Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine Association."
The confidant explained: "It is a response to the establishment of Yang Guoxue Medical School. It has many Chinese medical talents online, and the official and five major supporters are also strongly supported by the government."
"It can be said that as long as Song Hongyan wants it, she gives us the order, there will be no Chinese doctor in China to treat us."
He sighed: "Anyway, this is a very powerful woman, we can't afford to offend in Hong Kong City."
Mrs. Nangong's eyelids twitched, feeling the difference between herself and Song Hongyan, but she still hummed:
"She is just in her own territory and has the ability to go to West China to see if I dare to find someone to swear to death."
"I will never forget this humiliation."
"It was her biggest mistake to let me leave today. If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely kill her."
"I don't care about her background. No matter how awesome she is, I can't stand a headshot."
Her appearance and temperament have lost to Song Hongyan, and she doesn't want her morale to be suppressed by the other party.
The confidant thoughtfully: "Madam, you are right. We should indeed return to West China early."
"In addition to those many names and identities, Song Hongyan also has a title that is so secretive."
There was a little worry between his eyebrows.
Mrs. Nangong straightened her back: "What title?"
"Black Widow!"
When Mrs. Nangong heard this title, she was stunned. She was about to say something, but her expression suddenly frozen.
Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was open to see tonsils, and her face was indescribable despair.
The confidant subconsciously turned around and became stiff.
In his vision, a large container truck that came in the opposite direction rushed through the isolation belt and hit the Mercedes-Benz.
The Mercedes-Benz clicked, like a matchbox that was stepped on, instantly twisted and deformed, and broken.
The truck did not stop and continued to rush forward straitically, knocking the entire Mercedes-Benz into the sea.
Mrs. Nangong screamed in despair: "No--"
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the broken Mercedes-Benz fell into the sea and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Two hours later, Alisa cruise ship, on the deck of the captain.
On the clean sand, Ye Fan, Song Hongyan and Qianqian were sitting.
On the coffee table, there were six home-cooked dishes, all cooked by Song Hongyan himself.
There are steamed fish that Ye Fan likes to eat, boiled beef, Coke chicken wings that Xixi likes, and fried eggs with tomatoes...
Full of fragrance.
"Come on, Xixi, eat chicken wings!"
Ye Fan picked up a chicken wing for Xixi: "Eat more, and after eating, have a good rest. Tomorrow, let's go to Disney."
Xixi shouted happily: "Thank you dad!"
Ye Fan smiled and touched Qianxi's head, then looked at Song Hongyan, who was carrying a pot of soup:
"You came over from afar and dealt with the amusement park conflict. You are very tired. Why do you have to cook these foods?"
He poured a glass of red wine for the woman: "Just ask the catering department to deliver some food."
"How can that work?"
Song Hongyan smiled: "I promised my parents to take good care of you, so why do I give you a regular meal?"
"And I have been away from Jin Zhilin for so long. If I don't cook, I will waste the cooking skills that my mother taught me."
"The most important thing is that when the family of three is reunited, I cook, not tired, and happy."
She put Cordyceps sinensis and chicken soup next to her, then stood in front of Ye Fan and turned around gently, signaling him to help remove the apron.
Ye Fan smiled and helped her take it off. Just as she was about to sit down to have a meal, she heard the phone on the table vibrating.
Ye Fan took it over and answered it, and after a moment, his face changed drastically.
Song Hongyan, who had just sat down, asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman in a tangled manner: "Nangong's mother and son fell into the sea in a car accident, and all four people died in a car..."
Song Hongyan's movements stumbled slightly, and then she calmly greeted Ye Fan's gaze: